This is not an ordinary travelogue, but an "atypical" spiritual pilgrimage.
It started out as an ordinary 318 Sichuan-Tibet ride, but as the wheels crushed stones and the wind swept through the prayer flags, it evolved into a deep-seated soul transformation.
An official who had been immersed in the system for half his life took off his pen and suit and embarked on a snowy road after retirement. What he stripped away was not only the external identity symbol, but also the "survival inertia" that had been disciplined for half his life - the old self that sought "comprehensiveness", was afraid of "falling behind", and tied "success" to his title, was being blown away bit by bit by the wind on the plateau.
In the breath of hypoxia in Zheduo Mountain, he disintegrated the obsession that "man can conquer nature"; in the exploration of each of the seventy-two turns of the Nu River, he understood the dialectic of "slowness is not retreat, but stability"; in the milk candy handed to him by the children by Ranwu Lake, he tasted the "truth" The true "getting" is never a trophy that is clenched tightly, but the goodwill that warms the heart." Finally, under the clear starry sky of the Potala Palace, the origin of "freedom" was revealed - not being unrestrained, but the ability of the heart to stay calm in mundane things and discern the direction in the chaos.
This journey is to measure the vastness of the earth with a wheel, and to explore the boundaries of the heart with breath. It does not provide cheap comfort, but only presents the true rough but radiant self-breakthrough: from "official" to "walker", and finally returns to a pure person with a heart as clear as a lonely moon.
This book is a spiritual signpost left by those who have gone before, and invites every modern person who is trapped in the world and longs to break free: the real distance is never at the end of the world, but in every moment when we dare to face our hearts and look at ourselves.
